Exposed Quotes

“It’s the twenty-first century, you silly man, and it’ll take more than an orange turd in a wig to take America back to the stone ages.”
― Bey Deckard, Exposed

“He looks like a fucking angel and sings like he gives the devil head.”
― Bey Deckard, Exposed

“I want all of you,” he said. “I don’t want you holding back because you think I can’t take it—and I’m not just talking about spanking or whatnot. Let me decide for myself what I can take, yeah? I’ve said it before: I want to know you. I don’t want you to be afraid of that.”
“You’re right. I am afraid,” I replied. Tugging on his hair gently, I gave him a self-deprecating smile. “You scare me.”
“Why?”
Such a simple question… so hard for me to answer.
“Your persistence is part of it—you were so sure I would come around, and I don’t know why. Your optimism about us, frankly, is intimidating.” I shook my head and frowned, stroking the side of his face. “And… I can’t stop thinking about how you’re so young and sexy and smart and sweet and so new to all of this… and I’m… Well, I’m me.” I heaved a sigh. “And… because of your love. You know, Travis used to tell me all the time that he loved me?”
“I’ll stop saying it if you want me t—”
“No! No… Please don’t. I want to hear it. I need to hear it. I just wish I could turn off the switch in my brain that makes me—” I gestured in frustration to my head, and he nodded in understanding. “You know—fuck, you know I am absolutely crazy about you, kiddo, don’t you? You make me so fucking happy.” I had to clear my throat before I could continue. My chest ached and my pulse was racing again… But it was in a good way. “I’m happy with the way things are right now.” I frowned. “I don’t want to hurt you.” My hoarse whisper caused a wrinkle to appear between Emyr’s brows.
He shook his head. “Again, you won’t. I won’t let you. Trust me. Please trust me, Greg. I’m not him”
― Bey Deckard, Exposed

“You mean so much to me,” I whispered, but when he didn’t reply, I realized he had already drifted off. Sighing contentedly, I closed my eyes. First thing tomorrow morning, we would send out an email to everyone telling them about Leanne. Fuck Travis. I couldn’t let that bastard get to me anymore”
― Bey Deckard, Exposed

“Are you calling me an idiot?” I said with a little growl in my voice.
Emyr chuckled at my mock ferocity. “Yeah, but you’re my idiot, so that’s fine”
― Bey Deckard, Exposed

“I love you.” It was a tiny whisper.
“What?” I jerked back like I’d just touched something hot, my pulse racing. Emyr shook his head quickly, hooking his arms around my neck to keep me from backing away completely.
“Wait! You don’t have to say it back, Greg. I know it sounds hasty, but I really am in love with you. Have been since the beginning.”
“But… what… I mean… I can’t…” I felt a sharp twinge in my chest and wondered if I was about to go into a panic attack. Breathing deep, I just stared into his big blue eyes, trying to sort out my head.
“You don’t have to love me back. It’s all right. It’s okay. I’m not asking you to. Not until you’re ready. And maybe you won’t ever, but I can’t help but love you right now.”
― Bey Deckard, Exposed

“I’m not jealous. I’m possessive—there’s a difference. I don’t covet what isn’t mine, but I will fiercely protect what is. And I trusted Emyr, or at least I knew I had to try my best to. I’d made it clear to him that I considered lying by omission, whether to surprise me or not, still a lie and that I couldn’t deal with that. Emyr had promised, and I was determined to take him at his word. In return, he had made me promise to tell him whenever I felt stressed out or unsure of something he did. It’s funny, despite the daddy/boy relationship we were exploring, I don’t think I’d ever been on such equal ground with a partner before… And I was very happy to say the least.”
― Bey Deckard, Exposed

“You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me,” I whispered to him, laying my head on the pillow to watch him sleep. “Please,” I asked anything that might be out there listening. “Please let this be real. And”—I kissed him again, just feather soft on his pale cheek—“please don’t let me fuck this up”
― Bey Deckard, Exposed

“Normally, I’m not a fan of kissing. It makes me feel somewhat claustrophobic so I usually treat it like a preamble to sex and nothing more. This was different. From the moment my lips touched Emyr’s, I was hit with a wave of emotion that felt almost like panic. I wrapped my arms around his waist to push up with my pelvis against him, my heart beating so fast that I was out of air far too soon and had to break the kiss to heave a shuddering breath. I felt dizzy and vulnerable, and so desperately excited, it was all I could do not to claw into him to pull him tighter against me. Again our lips met, and between the chorus of my pulse going mine mine mine and my cock’s insistence for more more more, I thought I was going to explode into a million white-hot shards if I didn’t take control of myself.”
― Bey Deckard, Exposed

“Emyr was breathing heavily, shuddering under my touch as I explored his body with my hands, my own chest tight and heart pounding. I was glad for the dark right then because it hid the tears that welled up and slid down my temples to the pillow beneath my head. It wasn’t because I was embarrassed about crying. No, it’s just that I didn’t want him to see how hard this was for me”
― Bey Deckard, Exposed

“You first,” I said.
Emyr nodded, swiping his hand over his cheek. “Okay. Greg… I know you probably think I’m being beyond ridiculous, but I really like you.” He grimaced and shook his head. “I just… I feel right when I’m with you. If I’m being honest, I thought you were crazy when you asked me up to your room, but then you shook my hand and it’s like…” He glanced away for a moment. “It’s like my guts said ‘Hey, this guy’s all right’ and well…” Emyr focused on his phone’s camera so that he was looking straight at me. “I felt connected to you. Like, right from then.”
I swallowed, thinking about how Tam had used the same word. Connected.
“I had a panic attack because I heard your voice on the radio,” I confessed quickly, and he frowned at me
"What? You all right? Is everything okay?”
He looked so worried that I laughed. “Yes. I’m fine… Well, I’m fine now. I was actually on leave all week.”
“Because of… my voice?”
“Yeah. You’re not the only one being ridiculous.”
― Bey Deckard, Exposed

“You’re not being prudent with your image, Mister Rock Star,” I said in a low voice.
“Who cares? I don’t. Let them talk.”
“You’re young enough to be my son,” I pointed out.
“So, I’ll call you Daddy from now on.” He said with such a serene smile that it went straight to my dick. I am a dirty old man. I ground my teeth together but then I had to laugh”
― Bey Deckard, Exposed

“I wanted to take him into my arms and apologize and tell him it was me not him. Yeah, that lame old excuse, but it was true. How could I explain that I was celibate, for now and always, because I had hurt someone and I couldn’t trust myself not to do it again? That I never want to repeat the mistakes I’d made with Travis.
Never.”
― Bey Deckard, Exposed

“How do you feel?”
“Nervous.”
“Still trust me?”
“I want to.”
You shouldn’t. You don’t know me.”
― Bey Deckard, Exposed

“How do I know you’re telling the truth?”
“You don’t.” I turned to look at him, and I shrugged, smiling, before getting to my feet. “If you want to make me swear on a Bible, I think there’s one in the nightstand, but I have to warn you… I don’t believe in God. If you want me to sign something, I will. If you want to leave, I’ll bid you farewell and good luck. It’s up to you. I want you to trust me”
― Bey Deckard, Exposed

“Emyr stared up at me, and I could clearly see he desperately yearned to take me at my word. His eyes were slightly wet, and I had to turn away before he saw the effect he had on me.
I wanted to see tears roll down those smooth cheeks.
I wanted to see that high forehead creased with pain, with pleasure.
I wanted to coax sighs and moans from between those soft-looking lips.
I wanted to make him laugh so hard his sides ached.
I wanted to kiss him and tell him everything would be all right.
I wanted to put him over my knee and spank him until he sobbed and begged me to stop.
I wanted to pamper and protect him and give him anything he wanted.
I wanted to see bruises and welts on that pale skin.
I wanted to hurt him… And I wanted to heal him”
― Bey Deckard, Exposed